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I am but a discarded piece of trash,
Broken and left to drift into the wind,
Cold,
spinning,
alone.
Will the sun ever shine again?

You were stolen away from me,
My dear, you were what made my sky blue,
What made the grass grow,
The "wind beneath my wings",
But now my sky isnt blue,
The grass has stopped growing,
The blue and green marble, left motionless in your wake,
Everything left unevolving.

youre lost now, drifting in a sea of black,
only to find your way to the brightest light,
When me, a lost girl, a lost entity,
trying to find her way home to you,
Who will never stop looking,
Will never find you in these stars.
I will never be what I was
when you were here,
showering me in your love.

--Charlotte B., 16